Nothing's perfect

This is what I look like at 6am on a Saturday, waiting for Momma to share her breakfast with me, Momma looks sleepy too FYI. I know what you are thinking. Why the heck are you up at 6AM on a Saturday morning? Well, it's to eat some cheese slices, that allegedly have my nail trim medicines inside.

my sisters got some cheese slices too, but theirs weren't "spiked" . . . they shared Momma's feelings about 6am on a saturday.

You see friends, while I am an all around agreeable pooch, friendly with all of the same species, the human species (large and small) and some others specieses, I am not so agreeable to having my nails trimmed. Hey, nothing's perfect, not even me.

Momma has worked very hard to help dee-centerize (desensitize) me to it, which involves lots of treats and her moving the scary nail trimmers closer and farther to my feets. But honestly friends, while you CAN teach an old dog new tricks, you can not trim his nails! Well, you can, if you have the proper tools. . .

muzzle for safety, dremel (some dogs do better with a dremel than nail clippers), sedatives, and thank you presents for the vet staff (peanutbutter cheesecake nutella brownies i helped, errr, watched, SUPERVISED Momma make)

After a while, I start to feel a little funny, calm, a little sleepy, almost like my legs don't work.

you can sort of see how long my "talons" are in this photo

And thats when I know it's time to leave. Now then, forget that I am about 12 years old, and forget that I have some germs, and forget that I am under the influence of the spiked cheese slices . . . I LOVE LOVE LOVE going for car rides!

My friends at the vet clinic were very sweet to me. And my nails were trimmed without a hitch (okay, I said one not nice word, and my Auntie's in the scrubs tattled to Momma about it). Back at home my sisters gave me the once-sniff-over, and were very curious where I went. Frankly, I was too darn tired to chat . . .

The mani/ped looks good though eh?! I'm lucky to have my Momma, and Auntie's in the scrubs who don't mind my imperfections. ;)

Kibble therapy

Ador-A-Bull Dog Rescue got a donation of kibbles the other day (hooray, the rescue always needs kibbles) but it's not the kind they can use, so, they decided to "pay it forward".

So last night Momma TOOK ME WITH HER (i love love love car rides!), to donate the kibble to a familiar place. That small rural animal shelter that took me in once upon a time.

While we were there I got to see the nice lady that runs the place, and she almost cried she was so happy to see me! I told her about my wonderful life, and my sisters, and I smiled the whole time.  So a happy night for all of us, and some happy tummies for the shelter dogs.

Have a great weekend everyone!

note from Quinn's Momma; having a bad day? feeling a little blue? Kibble therapy is powerful! Any shelter, but especially the small town/rural shelters can always really make use of donations. It doesn't have to be big, a bag of food, or grab a few bones (dog knows shelter pooches would love something to relieve kennel boredom), and go introduce yourself, maybe spend a few minutes with a couple of the animals who's lives you are enriching. Trust me, it works wonders to "pay it forward" ;)

Weekend in review

I hope you all had a great long weekend friends, my sisters and I certainly did! And Poe did too!
On Friday night she actually did some RELAXING!

Beans told me she likes Poe better when she's not trying to stand on her face!

 She also did some training with Momma - such a smart cookie that one - talk about "will work for food!"

Momma also spent some time talking to new friends, people friends, who were very interested in helping Poe on her journey to be adopted. So when Saturday rolled around, we had breakfast and a morning play and then Momma packed up Poe's stuff and off they went to meet these new friends!

Poe met a wonderful dog names Dante. She LOVED him and he loved her! They like to play the same, equal energy levels, and they also enjoy the dirt! (and Dante's people don't mind that one bit - SCORE Poe!)

It's a match made in heaven, and these nice people have been wanting to help a rescue dog for a while (Dante is a rescue too!), so for now this is where Poe will stay.

Momma says sometimes when fostering a dog, no matter how much she and I love the dog, a decision has to be made for whats best for all involved, in this case, Poe, and my sisters (though they were being really good about the pogo-stick puppy in the house). I know there will be another dog that will come and stay with us soon enough . . . These people did a good thing for Poe and the rescue, my Momma and my sisters are very greatful (and i am too!)

If 3's a crowd, 4's a . . .ZOO!

That's right friends, my sisters came home last night (HOORAY!! woofs can't explain how much I love those dogs) so that makes FOUR dogs in the house! My sisters have actually fostered more dogs than I have, for many many years, they know the drill and are pretty good about it too (and perhaps we should give Momma some credit in that department as well!)

The introductions went well, actually, I think Poe was a bit surprised to all of a sudden have even MORE friends!

She was still a busy little bee about everything in the house (makes you wonder what her life was before coming to live with us) so she learned about being stuck to the wall last night to help her be calm - she didn't like that so much!

Poe's outside manners are actually a bit better than her inside ones, to the point where Beans actually started to play with her, lucky LUCKY Poe!

please note I am not trying to run away from home, i'm going to check the mail for Momma!

They bounce the same, and it helps tire Poe out . . . helps, because Poe doesn't ever seem to actually tire out, unless she's in her crate!

All in all Momma is smiling and saying lots of nice things to all of us about how we are behaving. My sisters, Daphne and Beans, aren't quite as patient and zen like as I am about kanagroo puppies like Poe, and have used their outside voices a couple times to tell her to knock it off, but we all understand, if families like us didn't take dogs like Poe and give them a second chance, who would?!

you'll get there Poe, you'll get there . . .

Poe arrives

Enter Poe. The shy, scared, nervous, starved little angel Momma met at the shelter Sunday and couldn't bare to leave there a second after her legal hold period was up.

When Poe met me, she was a bit nervous, yes, but a few quick sniffs and words of encouragement from yours truly ("you are safe, you are loved, it all gets better from here") and BOOM! Happy Poe!

One might almost say TOO happy Poe. Shell to come out of? What shell? Maybe it is just the magic that is me, or maybe it's the country air, or maybe its the 3 cups of expresso Momma wondered if the shelter had given her as a goodbye present  . . .

Whatever it is, it's caused Momma and I to change our "plan" for Poe. There seems to be little to no need to teach her to be brave, but instead, we need to teach her to BEHAVE, and be CALM, that kid didn't stop, all night, not once (well, Momma did use a crate and some stuffed kongs to give my old bones a break from crazy puppy face. IN. MY. FACE.)

This is going to be a challenge for sure, as my sister come home tonight (sometimes they go away for a few days during the week :( Momma says to their "dad's" house, weird!), and they aren't quite as understanding as I am about dogs like this - Momma is going to have her hands FULL!

But we are both very glad that Poe is safe and seeming to enjoy her new found freedom SO much!

And it begins!

Hello Friends, Momma and I have decided that perhaps I should have my own blog. To share with you the life of a senior rescued dog and foster brother.

Once upon a time I too was rescue (by my Momma and Auntie Lisa), and I wasn't in the best shape in my heart and my head and my body.

 The rescue helped make me better. But being an older gent there wasn't much interest in adopting me, so I waited and waited, so patiently. I moved around to a few houses (I liked them all and would have happily stayed at any of them) but everyone had a reason why they couldn't keep me.

My last move was to my Momma's house (we just didn't know that she was going to be my forever Momma at first). And while I was there I started to show my age and some of my "germs". I have what is called an Auto Immune disorder, but not to worry, it's not the dangerous kind . . . (yet). It makes my nose all swelly and snorfy inside, and it makes my body all lumpy and bumpy. BUT, I have a fantastic vet who loves me and looks after me and all looks good for me to share my stories and wisdom for much time to come.

oh, and the medicines I'm on to help me breathe from my nose have made me a bit, well, see, potatoe like (ahem) . . .ah well.

You may remember me in the "blogisphere" from when the House Hippo was staying with us and had a blog of his own. That is how I came to be known as "BestFriendQuinn" (or BestFriend for short), because of how I behave with the dogs that visit us but don't stay forever. Now don't worry, I do have 2 dogs that live with me forever right now (more on them later for sure), but it is a very important job being a foster brother Momma says. to be a BestFriend and help the dogs that come from the noisey and scary place and need to get healthy and happy and what they need to know to go and get a forever family of their own.

I can tell by what happened this morning, that it is time to foster again (quiet old dog happy dance, okay, not really, noisy thumping happy dance because I still act like a puppy when things excite me!)
LOOK! I can tell by the collar it's going to be a girl dog! I bet she's as pretty as my sisters are . . .

So now I wait. Momma has had the usual "talks" with me, using that tone of voice, and slipping me an extra cookie or two, that lets me know this dog is going to be very special, and need lots of help from me. I wonder if she snores like I do?

The dog coming to stay with Quinn and his sisters is Poe. To see how her journey began you can read the post on Ador-A-Bull Dog Rescue's facebook fan page.